Gluttonous Demon Novels & Stories

I blurted out the question. I noticed that his smile faltered. "Ethan Grant." He responded grimly before he turned away to look in front. "Ethan is the biggest douchebag in this college. He thinks he owns the place because his dad's the Dean. He likes to beat people up for fun." Skylar put in bitterly. I could feel my face contorting in disgust. What kind of a creep beat people up for fun? Maybe I could teach him a lesson or two. ************* "Hey Verena, wait up!" I heard Skylar's breathless voice call out from behind.

"That's a loquat." Jolting in place, Fyn let go of the fruit and hurriedly crawled to the wall he was pressed to moments ago. He hadn't realized the demon was back. Fyn’s eyes reluctantly strayed towards the rucksack. Shame crossed his features once he realized he almost ate everything. He knew he should be full, but his stomach seemed to hunger for more. The loquat, or whatever the demon had said, left him wanting for more. "Why did you stop?" The demon asked. It was leaning against the wall, its arms crossed against its chest. Its tail wagging non-stop. "You ate ravenously moments ago, don't stop just because I’m here."

Shobek's only thought was, Now let's hope they don't kill each other. Kasey's first impression was that this demon was simply an american businessman. His black and white striped blazer lay over a black dress shirt with a deep red tie. His hair was neatly combed back into a bun, and his striking red eyes sparkled at the sight of her. A broad smile covered his stubbled face as he walked forward with a strong, confident stride. "Ah, you must be who I am here to meet!" He stuck out his hands, his black nails like claws. But what really caught her attention, was that he wore silver bands on almost every finger. "I am the demon of greed, Mammon!"

They just sat there in silence, their hollow eyes watching. The demon goddess leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. She looked bored, yet there was a glint of genuine malice in her void-white eyes. She lifted a cup of that dark, red liquid and took a slow, deliberate sip. “One down,” she purred, her voice sliding over us like oil. The miniature stone creatures that had been clinging to her marble shell before, the lions and goats began to crawl toward her, climbing her legs and arms. I watched in horror as their tiny stone claws tore into her obsidian skin.

"I... I summoned a demon, Grace. His name is Azazel, and he appeared in my room a few days ago." Grace's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "A demon? Are you serious, Liv? That's... that's impossible." Olivia’s heart sank. “You’re probably thinking that I’m crazy…” “It’s not that I’m thinking that way. It’s just… I understand that your grandmother is into shit like this and you probably enjoyed stuff like this too but is this shit even real? Like, does it really exist?” “It does… I know it does because I just experienced it.”

I could feel the warmth of his body higher than usual. “I am a demon who lives by desire and greed, you have yielded with the contract that you have exchanged with your life?” “Then what do you want?” “I want the whole of you Veta Le Blanchet, not just your blood, heart and soul, it is the whole of you.” Theroux Claude, the third prince of the kingdom. “Lady Le Blanchet, just how can you stand this demon duke? If you ever get tired of him, you are always welcome to my palace.”

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

"Let's go, milady." ... In the grand meeting hall, important demon officials were gathered. Lord El-Kharis, the Demon God of Thunder, had called for an urgent meeting regarding the strange occurrence with his mate. In the middle of the large table, the ancient lantern glowed with multiple colors, leaving everyone in a state of confusion. "So, are you saying your human mate did this?" Gladious, the Demon God of Fire, asked, completely stunned by the lantern's reaction. "She is no longer human," El-Kharis grunted, clenching his teeth.

she bowed and left. Lucian went to bed. He suddenly remembered when he told Hazel he wanted to sleep with her in his arms every night. Today he missed her and his demon craved her. He lay down and shut his eyes but his demon refused to let him sleep. He kept imagining Hazel’s n.a.k.e.d body, her soft her, her sweet scent, the taste of her lips. Lucian ignored his bodies response to the images. He was used to this. When his demon spilled blood it always got hungry for flesh, and if it didn’t get what it wanted it, then more blood would be spilled.

There were so many things I hadn’t thought about that were going to change with me becoming a demon. Demons don’t eat the usual food, demons have cold skin, demons get weakened by the sun, and demons can never have children. I scrambled for the drawer, and I took out a dagger. I cut myself in the arm and gasped at the color of blood that came forth. It was black. My breaths came out faster; the door to the room busted open, and Thane walked in. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I—I’m a demon, Thane— I don’t want to be a demon; I would never be able to bear you another child. I can’t eat this common food.” I threw the tray to the ground, and its contents scattered direction.